reckoning

And the giants of the earth shall curse
           their aged hands.
As children throw stars to the sea.
Planets of every adorned color,
Bearing names of pagan Gods,
            shall slip
Through the pinholes of the night.
And the amethyst sunrise,
Alive once before
Shall emanate from the burrows
            of the earth.
The silence of the heavens shall be
            louder than all creation.
Pain and anguish gone,
Yet remembered
            so well.
The songs of Zion lift themselves,
Off the willows of Babylon.
And the four horsemen, return to the throne,
With job done and hedence to their master.
The bleak is hence
           and sacrifice made.
As the near becomes far,
And the far becomes
           King.